#fdb working through his trauma from the last time they slept together

[momosandlemonsoda]

WIP Wednesday

Have a little something from the next chapter of Dance the Silence Down:

He lets Fang Duobing pull him to his feet, into his arms, feeling wrung out, lax with a good orgasm and the liquor still in his system. Lazily, he tilts his head up for a kiss, even though they’re roughly the same height, and Fang Duobing doesn’t disappoint, leaning in to press kisses to his cheek, to lick along the seam of his lips. When he opens his mouth, once again he tastes his come in Fang Duobing’s mouth and he shivers at it. Fang Duobing pulls back immediately. “Are you cold?” he demands. Without waiting for an answer he takes hold of Li Lianhua’s shoulder, drags him toward the bed. “What?” he asks, confused, tripping over his jeans as they slide down his legs. Fang Duobing pushes him onto the bed, hard enough that he lands heavily, and then the kid is wrestling off his pants, his underwear, before shoving him under the covers. “What are you doing?” he demands, irritated as the lassitude from a good orgasm dissipates in annoyance. “Fang Xiaobao, is this any way to treat—” He’s cut off by Fang Duobing pushing him further into the bed and practically wrapping him up like a burrito, blankets trapping his arms and leaving him facing the back of the van. He wiggles around, trying to get his arms free, demanding, “What. The fuck?!” When he manages to turn around enough he can see Fang Duobing again, the kid is sitting beside him using—he squints, it looks like a corner of another blanket, to wipe the drying spunk off his face. “Are you cold?” Fang Duobing demands, cheeks pink. Li Lianhua glares at him. “Are you insane?” Fang Duobing drops his eyes, suddenly looking uncertain. “L-last time, you got so cold. After you, after you, uh, came.” He gives a one-armed shrug, clearly embarrassed. “I just don’t want that to happen again.” Ah. He remembers that vaguely, remembers how his temperature crashed. Fuck. “Well,” he says, gentling his voice. “Now I’m wrapped up like a dumpling and I’m still wearing my sweater. I think I’ll be fine.”